I worked on instinct. As a young, vulnerable Caribbean woman in America, the first place I’d headed was self-defense class.
My father had been a few hours away and I’d been warned about the dangers of life on the college campus. I’d kept on attending classes even after graduating from university.
Now, in a new reality, I recalled all of the lessons I’d been taught and exercised over the years. I immediately bent over, driving my left foot back.
I used the assailant’s mass against him and flipped him over so that he landed hard on the floor with an audible ‘smack’. Quickly, I kicked him in the side and forced his head underneath the shower.
smack“Audrey! Audrey!” A garbled voice drew me from my adrenaline spike.
I glanced down and saw Clark’s pale body in a ball on the floor.
I quickl
